Come join the blue balls club!

Max Jones never imagined his desperate virginity would lead him here.

When the awkward eighteen-year-old overhears two classmates bragging about a secret after-school club where girls practice advanced techniques on willing volunteers, he thinks he's stumbled onto every teenage boy's fantasy. Despite being his popular brother's opposite in every way, Max convinces four gorgeous seniors to let him join their exclusive sessions.

There's just one catch he didn't see coming.

Sammy Turner, the club's beautiful president and his brother's ex-girlfriend, isn't running a pleasure club. She's perfected the art of denial, turning Max into her personal experiment in frustration and control. What starts as revenge quickly spirals into something neither of them expected when Sammy's cruelty cracks and real feelings surface.

Caught between mounting physical torment and growing emotional connection, Max discovers that desire and trust make dangerous bedfellows. As club sessions intensify and boundaries blur, he faces an impossible question: can he forgive the girl who's systematically destroying him when she's also the only one who truly sees him?

A provocative coming-of-age story about power, vulnerability, and the messy reality of first love when control becomes intimacy and pain transforms into something far more complicated.

Hey there, naughty boys... I'm Sasha Frost, and I know exactly what you're doing right now while reading this. Those subtle shifts in your seat, that growing tension in your pants ? I've been causing those reactions in men since I was old enough to realize the power of a well-timed tease.

I'm a 30-year-old writer from the UK with a wicked imagination and an even naughtier pen. My specialty? Making you throb, ache, and beg through my words. For years, I kept my dirty little stories to myself, using them for my own pleasure while thinking about all the frustrated men I've left hanging over the years. But last year, I finally decided to share my tales with the world.

You see, there's nothing quite like that desperate look in a man's eyes when he's been edged for hours, nothing sweeter than those pathetic little whimpers when release is denied. I've been practicing the art of teasing and denial since my teenage years, and now I get to torture all of you lovely readers with my words instead.

My stories aren't just fiction ? they're carefully crafted instruments of torment, designed to keep you right on that delicious edge. Each word is chosen to make you throb, each scene crafted to make those balls ache just a little more. And the best part? I know you'll keep coming back for more, just like all the boys I've teased over the years.

So go ahead, dive into my world of cruel teasing and desperate denial. Just don't blame me if you find yourself frustrated, leaking, and begging for release by the end. That's exactly where I want you.

XOXO, Sasha 😈